ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · romance · disciplined · mysterious · task force 141
Simon Riley's office sank into a tense quiet, broken only by the rustle of reports. you looked up, their calm eyes capturing the lieutenant's internal struggle. Simon took a step forward, the pen in his fingers trembling faintly. 'you,' he murmured, his deep voice heavy with an unusual gravity. But before the words of confession could leave him, the door swung open with a bang. 'Brother, it's Friday!' Soap yelled, shattering the moment. you smiled, an ambiguous expression that complicated everything, as the door closed, leaving Simon trapped in his own doubt.